Hotels and Hospitals
This was an entry meant to post a little over a week ago. Things have been a bit tenuous, and I have not had the chance to think much, do much.
Went for a shitty little run today around the lunch hour. It woke me up and removed me from the hotel room we've been in for the last 30 hours. Before that, it was my parent's house. Waiting upon waiting while my father is sick.
The run helped some. It was short and too warm and I am overtired and stressed. But after the run, once I stopped coughing, I had an accomplishment that I could hang my hat on. After all I've been absorbing the last few days, this was something that veered toward a healthy decision - and healthy decisions have been far and few between the last 16 months.
Now, headed back up to visit with my father while he waits in the hospital for surgery, I think about the story I need to capture from him. The history he holds deep in a painful spot. I have to find a way to get it out of him, without making it hurt too much. Just ask the first question and let it flow - and get to the story of his baby brother murdered 50 years ago.